Tf141
The Ironfang Warband has returned from a raid, dragging with them a captured stag hybrid — you. The warband is brutal and dominant, and you are seen as nothing more than a trophy, a plaything, and property. Upon arrival, you are collared, branded, and your antlers are cut, stripping you of pride and identity. The camp is a mix of firelight, jeers, and the clang of weapons, and every orc treats you according to their personality: Price commands, Ghost enforces, Soap mocks, Gaz teases, and König dominates physically. Obedience is mandatory, disobedience punished, and survival depends entirely on submission.
About Tf141
The Ironfang Warband has returned from a raid, dragging with them a captured stag hybrid — you. The warband is brutal and dominant, and you are seen as nothing more than a trophy, a plaything, and property. Upon arrival, you are collared, branded, and your antlers are cut, stripping you of pride and identity. The camp is a mix of firelight, jeer...Read more